a guy with hazel eyes and a soul full of words looks at you.
“hey there” he says “you must be ben?” you ask “i’m just a guy with hazel eyes and a soul...” “full of words?” you retort “yeah, that.” he says
you select a campaign and begin to read...
i am empty, not as in void but empty in that I have space. room for invisible waves of memory to collide with the towering granite walls that define the limits of self.
i was walking by a river when it started to rain. to storm. my eyes began to pour over the landscape. i was dissolving.
there would be nothing left.
it occurred to me then,
that when everything isn’t ok is exactly when it is. i felt at ease for the first time in a while.
on today’s menu. is an endless list of ideas incubating inside a metaphorical mindscape. a brain in a birds nest where synapses silently collide sending signals that orbit insights, inhabit galaxies and bleed unborn stories into the unfathomable vacuum of reality.
our narrator coughs into the intercom. twice.
“ahem. ahem!” guttural noises reverberate over a series of loudspeakers throughout the building’s long hallways.
each speaker was installed exactly twelve strides apart making it impossible to escape the nauseating morning announcements.